Li Bajun's body was shocked, his eyes widened, and he unconsciously refuted: "What did you say? Qingjue? Impossible, he would never do this. Even if he angered me to take away his inheritance rights, it would not be possible to do this, and it would not be beneficial to him!"

"Do you think he is the only one who has his backer? He is the one who is willing to do so much under your hands and does not seek rewards?"

"..." Li Bajun was not sure about this and could only reserve his opinion. "If his backer was Young Master Ning, I would not doubt that he had such ambition and ability, but how could Young Master Ning help him for no reason? This would not be good for him. He is not a man who would meddle in other people's business."

"This is the reason why I took his beloved wife to attend your birthday party." Yun Danfeng said lightly on the phone, "What I want is not your inheritance right, but watching the Li family destroy themselves in my hands to commemorate my mother's death..."

"Li Jijie..." Li Bajun's voice trembled a little in anger.

He didn't expect that after seeing him for two years, his son had changed so much and had such a deep scheming. Even he, who had been in the mall for a long time, was deceived. There was also Young Master Ning and Li Qingjue. No one really saw through what he was thinking. How could he become so terrible?

I leaned on the back of the rotating chair and sighed deeply, as if I had suddenly become several years older.

Forget it, all these ten years of struggle have been ruined by his own son, and he has nothing to complain about, just because he did something wrong ten years ago. He made up for ten years in his own way, but he still has not been forgiven.

Li Bajun's voice came from the phone to the other end—

"Ji Jie, let you see your biological mother jumping off the building in front of you. I know that you will never heal this wound in your life, but I still want to say sorry to you..."

“Dududu…”

Li Jijie closed his cell phone expressionlessly, leaned lazily against the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the doorstep, as if waiting for someone to come back.

The feeling of being alone at home is really hollow.

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no figure at the door of the house. His hands gradually dropped, and the curtains fell lightly, covering the black car that happened to be driven by...

Su Yinshuang was a little dazed along the way, and she didn't regain her consciousness until she got out of the car. She suddenly asked Lin Mao: "Is there any tremella soup in the kitchen?"

Lin Mao was asked unclearly, so he nodded subconsciously: "Yes, I haven't had time to let the servant deal with it."

After receiving the answer, Su Yinshuang walked to the kitchen skillfully and found that the kitchen was still the same and no one had cleaned it up. She walked closer and opened the soup pot, and there was about half of it. I guess no one had touched the bowl after she drank it.

After leaving for so long, it must have cooled down. She poured the remaining Tremella seed soup into a small bowl, then turned on the microwave and put it in.

After heating for a few minutes, she opened the refrigerator and saw that there was nothing short of it. The servant was well prepared and had everything.

She thought about it and it was already five or six o'clock now, and the kitchen still maintained the way she was when she went out. Obviously, she had never cooked it. Did Li Jijie eat for dinner? He had called him a foreign restaurant. With his quality of life, he felt it was unlikely, but he had never had dinner yet?
Chapter completed!